OIL ON CANVAS; A WORK IN PROGRESS The boy stood watching us, uninhibited, as Andrea and I attempted to re-arrange our dishevelled appearances. Only moments before, my friend's face had been buried deliciously between my thighs. Her lips were still damp and glistening from her foray. My shirt was open, my tits exposed, hard little nipples protruding eagerly. How embarrassing! I was aware of...

A STUDY OF NEW EXPERIENCES, IN OIL ON CANVAS. Andrea was giving me that look again; the sultry one that indicated some deep, private thought lingering behind those pretty hazel eyes. This was always torture for me, I would sometimes fantasize about the reasons behind that look but there was no way to know for sure. I'm sure that I'm not a lesbian, I like boys and I have never thought...